Just kick right back, and you'll hear a tale
It might get kind of happy
It started in the barrio, with the slam damned down pearl right shappy
My homie got his welfare checks, the other samba roll
My uncle said to cruise that day, the sheppy started to roll the sheppy started to roll
Then tio started getting drunk, then he made a wrong turn
Got lost in the rival barrio, will they ever learn
The ride got a flat tire, cuz the potholes were too big
We tried push the new one, but got busted by the pigs
No smokes, mocha or rucas, not a single luxary
We knew we'd see each other in the penetenntiary
So join us here each week my friend, I'm sure you'll get a smile
But ni dinero son my book, we'll be here a while
With Spider, and Flaco too
The connection and his puta
Ariel and his knife